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A devil, a distant relation of the Raev people set her eyes on the missive. Mircalla held a hand over her heart and procceeded to light a few candles for the girl that she did not know, "Baalial said this would happen. I laughed... The reality is-" she'd shake her head "Horrible. Poor girl."

A lone Dralguna responds in kind, "Dearest Sermi, I'd not deign to offer your head to the church. When it would serve it's purpose far better on my mantlepiece. The canonist dogs don't deserve such a gift. I don't know who of my kin claimed such a thing, but I shan't seek you out. Stay clear of me, and I will do the same. If you know the name of the Dralguna that offered your head, tell me. I don't hate you for what you are. I understand you seek refuge in a pact with the lords of moz'strimoza, that you want to cause suffering on to those that have so unjustly caused it to you. My only question is why? Why crawl into the arms of the very dieties that torture you and cursed you? There's not a single good God. If you ever come to your senses, you know who to write to. -Mircalla"

An Orenian Sarkozic well into his late hundreds peers at the missive "Hm, okay" An even older Highlander grasped the missive between her digits and procceeded to laugh. The elder grasped a packet of cigarettes from the days of Old Orenia, the old world now. The woman lit the cigarette with a flame that sprung from the tip of her finger, "I cheered when the empire fell to the ground, and I'll cheer when it falls again. This development however, is all the more exciting" A Hyspian princess recieves the mail by automaton, she'd discuss the fate of Petra with the elves in her company, but ultimately her sights were not on politics but the heavens.

A haggard wench of frost clutched the form of a witch greater than herself. Her own expression was entirely unreadable, if not callous. It was a genocide against her kind, and yet... despite every instinct within her, the tiniest smile brewed on her face, only to be wiped away seconds later.

A bubbly pink Mali'ker somehow heard news of her first teacher's demise. Olaurae hopped up from the chair and pointed her hand skyward, "Mark my words!!! He is not gone!!" the elfess tore up the note and threw it into the air. It all dissappeared in a trail of green sparkles, "I'll not see this act ended. It's too soon, grand actor"

His mother, resting in a seat after an intense battle for the very lives of those that proclaimed to scourn her now peered over to Baalial with a half-lidded, weary expression. The devil was seared with malflame burns that had reached her scalp, and bandaged, "You understand now, don't you? After all of this? Why I chose survival over morality?

An ancient alchemist remarks at the odd use of language in this particular missive "Hm, John seems quite a fan of new-fangled youth speak. I'll have to consult him about it once I've checked on my dear patient."

"PADRE" - "You can't be in the cold like this, come come, let me get you some cocoa. Oh... what- What is this?" the Hyspian flushed pink and grasped the missive from his hands, "What?"

Baalial's mother, an equally accursed soul crumples the missive in question in her fist, "No..." - "This kingdom was my home. My origin... That man's family were like my own. I still remember my days by Georg's side fondly, and my days by his father's side even greater so." The fiend shakily grasps for her own pen and paper to write and once finished, she sought out her son, "To expell my kin is a bridge too far." - "Genocide, the same as I faced in my youth. Not again"

A gareishly pink clad woman interjects "Ohhh, come on. A little bit of nonesense in a title is FUN" she'd clap her hands together and spill mana sparkles everywhere. The woman then hopped up from her seat, "I'd even argue more! She needs MORE nonesense titles, until no government missive ever makes sense. I'm going to start a petition" the 'ker bolts out of the door on a mission to sow chaos.

Mircalla frowns "Always? Always affiliated? Oh Yes I sure do love the people that cursed me to look like this. Golly gosh. I love chaos and Iblees against all better judgement. Sure" The devil picked some dirt out from under her nail, she'd then fourish the note toward her son, "Look at that." - "If he was going to hunt me, he could have done it based on my last name... I did give him a full name" (Nice post by the way, I like it)

Robert's grandmother sighs in disappointment, loudly.

A certain child of his reads the missive with a big smile, tears in her eyes. The princess rushes to write her wife in all but name a letter.